He tastes like smoke and honey and sin. I feel like I’m drowning in their depravity, broken and whole at the same time. Another moan unfurls from my throat when a finger plunges inside my anus. I jerk at the tightness, the roughness of his touch as he explores a part of me that no one ever has.I haven’t even touched myself back there.
My whimpers turn to whines as their hands roam my entire body. They take turns kissing me, thrusting their tongues in and out. They’re insatiable.Ravenous. And so am I.More.
“Please,” I beg. “This is torture.”
Famine presses his forehead to mine. “When the mind decays and the soul surrenders, the body will have its untethered release.”
I unclench my muscles and let out a deep breath. “May the gods have mercy on me,” I murmur.
Death scoops me into his arms and lifts me out of the water. “Shhh, little doe. The time has come for us to possess you.”
I shiver against him as he carries me up the stairs with the others in tow. Conquest hums softly while War growls, and Famine laughs in the deranged way that I’ve already become accustomed to. I am sick with need and lust for their depravity. The fear in my bones only invokes more of my arousal, dizzying my head with visions of sinful carnage.
We move down a dark corridor and up another set of spiral stairs. The higher we climb, the more breathless I become. Mymouth is dry, my teeth still chattering as the cold draft sweeps across my bare back.
Torches light the giant room at the end of the hall. Near a stone hearth, a blazing fire inside it, Death lies me down. A gurgled cry escapes my throat when I’m enveloped in the softness of furs. I’m grateful to no longer be in the water. My belly flutters as he wraps me in a cocoon. But will I emerge a butterfly, or might I die of hypothermia?
“There’s that pretty pink blush returning to your cheeks,” Conquest coaxes.
“Good,” War huffs out. “Now we can complete the ritual.”
Scent is a powerful tool. It can provoke desire and fear. It can reach up from the dark abyss and strangle you, or it can intoxicate you, holding you in place with its seductive grip. As I nestle between our virgin’s legs, I smell the salt of her sweat, the sweet arousal in her cunt, and the promise of blood.
I smear a thick coat of honey over my cock as she gazes up at me through half slits. “This is what your sacrifice has earned you. An eternity of servitude from us.” War and Death each hold one of her wrists above her head as I slide my finger down the center of her wet pussy.
Conquest caresses the inside of her thighs. “Are you ready to be our dark queen, little doe? Do you think you can handle being a vessel for monsters?”
She twists and turns on the bed as if possessed, her chest heaving. “I cannot go back,” she whispers.
Death drags the tip of his tongue across her jaw. “We will keep you and protect you for all your days. Until your body turns to dust. And then we will mourn your absence until you are born again.”
Her eyes brim with tears. “Then I accept the illusion of free will… I will endure your riddles and empty sonnets… Is it going to hurt?”
War wraps his hand around her throat. “Yes. But it will also feel like the sweetest dream you’ve ever dreamt.”
I pin her thighs apart and line my cock to her entrance. “Say you belong to us first. I want to hear it drip from your lips.”
Her eyes widen as she trembles on the bed. She gazes up at me like a newborn kitten unaware of her surroundings. I relish the way her throat bobs as she swallows down her fear.
“I belong to you,” she murmurs.
“Say our names,” I growl as I squeeze her legs, pushing them farther apart.
“I belong to you. To Conquest, to War, to Famine, and to… Death.” She arches her back as I roll my thumb over her clit.
“Good. Now relax for me, darling. I’m starving.” I inch the tip of my cock inside her cunt. I bite my lip and suck in a sharp breath. She’s so fucking tight. It’s to be expected but imagining it and feeling it are two very different things.
The others watch in fascination as I penetrate her, thrusting deep. She whimpers as my thick shaft stretches her. I chuckle at the absurdity of how tight she is even after she’s taken our fingers and tongues. “Oh, you are so deliciously perfect.”
Her hips rise to meet the full length of me. I burrow inside and still myself. It has been centuries since I’ve had a sweet little cunt. If I move too fast, I will cum right now. I blow out a deep breath and slowly start to thrust in and out.
Her eyes widen as I hit that sensitive trigger spot deep inside her. “Oh gods. Famine… what is happening? What are you doing to me?”
Death strokes her cheek. “The same thing we’re all going to do to you.”
“Over and over again for the rest of your days,” War adds.
Her cheeks flush bright red. She bites her lower lip as she bucks her hips. “Uhhh,” she whines. “Please…harder.”
